![]() It was a college Prep School in Brooklyn, N.Y. I am now in another Catholic school, but now it is a boys High School. Society frowned on any male, young or old who would want to dress feminine unless it was a parody of one, like what Milton Berle or other comics of the 50’s did.įast forward to the fall of 1962. But I was alone, as a boy, and I knew it. My life started on the path of a crossdresser that, after 64 years, I am still happily traveling. I was seven and that was when I was left alone without a babysitter for the first time and immediately took advantage of my sisters’ and even my Mom’s closet and dresser drawers. In 1956 my family moved from a cramped 1 and 1/2 bedroom apartment (remember there were seven in the family) to a three bedroom Cape Cod style house with a full basement. Mini skirts had not become the fashion yet. There was no rule about skirts being too short because they were all knee length or longer anyway. The girls had to wear dresses or skirts and blouses. Boys had to wear dress slacks, white shirts and either a long tie or bow tie. I attended a Catholic Grade School that did not require uniforms. I was born in early 1949 and spent my younger days admiring my sisters, mother, girl classmates, and the girls in my neighborhood on Long Island, NY with their amazing full dresses and skirts. I am the youngest, a surprise baby, of a family of three older sisters and a brother. ![]() ![]() Yes, some people can remember that far back. I have loved girls’ clothes, then women’s, from my earliest memories, around 3-4 years old. ![]()
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